after all the seismic emotions
my land remains a collage
of rusted pipes
and mushroomed waste…
for demolition of the iroko
erection of a crisscross of pipes in the backyards
the Corporation built a modern market
some classroom blocks
set up a public tap
paved a major asphalt road
and the remnants
from the satchel of its charity
shared among the puzzled fathers
the listless mothers, the restless sons.
Fumes and Flares
they say Lagos is crowded
on industrial fumes
what if they can see
the flares smothering the air
in my land
oiling the Corporation.
(c) Uche Peter Umez
Since I read a short story, SMOLDERED, by Uche Peter Umez that won him the Commonwealth writing competition, I rated him one of the best aspiring writers. His poems here are terse, well crafted and depict the nature in Nigeria – for those who are oblivious! Good work, Nwanna!
Uche, I’ve always known you as a great writer!
the best to say here is that the poems are classical
Great craft. You are a master of the art!
This is a very strong piece with a master stroke. Polemics and aesthetics find synergy and symphony in one piece.